WIND UP WORKIN' IN THE GAS STATION
This here song might offend you some.
If it does, it's because you're dumb.
That's the way it is where I come from.
If you been there too, let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb. (16x)
Show me your thumb if your really dumb.
Show me your thumb if your really dumb.
Show me your thumb if your really dumb.
Show me your thumb if your dumb.
Hey now, better make a decision.
Be a moron, and keep your position.
You oughta know now, all your education,
won't help you no-how.
You're gonna wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Pumpin' the gas every night.
Pumpin' the gas every night.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Pumpin' the gas every night.
Pumpin' the gas every night.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Many da camper wants to by some white.
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Many da camper wants to by some white.
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Many da camper wants to by some white.
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Many da camper wants to by some white.
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
BLACK NAPKINS
(Instrumental)
THE TORTURE NEVER STOPS
Flies all green and buzzin',
in this dungeon of despair.
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes,
and scratch their matted hair.
A tiny light, from a window hole,
a hundred yards away,
is all they ever gets to know
about the regular light in the day.
And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin',
and weepin' greenish drops.
In the room where the giant fire puffer works,
and the torture never stops.
The torture never stops.
Slime and rot, rats and snot,
and vomit on the floor.
Fifty yoogly soldiers, man,
holdin' spears by the iron door.
Knives and spikes, and guns and the likes
of every tool of pain.
And a sinister midget, with a bucket and a mop,
where the blood goes down the drain.
And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin',
and weepin' greenish drops.
In the room where the giant fire puffer works,
and the torture never stops.
The torture never stops.
The torture.. the torture..
The torture never stops.
Flies all green and buzzin',
in this dungeon of despair.
An evil prince eats a steaming pig,
in a chamber right near there.
He eats the snouts and the trotters first.
The loins and the groins is soon dispersed.
His carvin' style is well rehearsed.
He stands and shouts:
All men be cursed!
All men be cursed!
All men be cursed!
All men be cursed!
And disagree?
Well, no one durst.
He's the best, of course, of all the worst.
Some wrong been done, he done it first.
And it stinks so bad, his bones been chokin',
and weepin' greenish drops.
In the night of the iron sausage,
where the torture never stops.
The torture never stops.
The torture.. the torture..
The torture never stops.
Flies all green and buzzin',
in this dungeon of despair.
Who are all those people,
that he's locked away down there?
Are they crazy?
Are they sainted?
Are they zeroes,
someone painted?
And it's never been explained,
since it first it was created.
But a dungeon, like a sin,
requires not but lockin' in,
of everything that's ever been.
Look at her.
Look at him.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
MS. PINKY
I got a girl with a little rubber head.
Rinse her out ever night just before I go to bed.
She never talk back, like a lady might do,
and she looks like she loves it every time I get through.
And her name is p.. i.. n k y.
P.. i.. n.. no lie.
K.. y.. me-oh-my.
$69.95 -- give her a try!
P.. i.. n k y.
P.. i.. n.. I cry.
K.. y.. don't be shy.
$69.95 boy -- give her a try!
Her eyes is all shut, in a ecstasy face.
You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place.
Throw the little switch on her battery pack.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
And her name is p.. i.. n k y.
P.. i.. n.. I cry.
K.. y.. don't be shy.
$69.95 boy -- give her a try!
I got a girl with a little rubber head.
Rinse her out ever night just before I go to bed.
She never talk back, like a lady might do,
and she looks like she loves it every time I get through.
Her eyes is all shut, in a ecstasy face.
You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place.
Throw the little switch on her battery pack.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
FIND HER FINER
Find her finer, sneak up behind her,
unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her.
Find her, blind her, see who designed her,
act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her.
If you should see a girl on the street,
now maybe you might think she is sweet,
but if you wanna tickle her treat,
now really what should you do?
Don't never let her know you are smart.
The universe is no place to start.
You gotta play it straight from the heart,
she gwine renunciate you.
That's why you gotta
Find her finer, sneak up behind her,
unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her.
Find her, blind her, see who designed her,
act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her.
Now maybe you might think this is crude,
and maybe you might think I am rude,
and maybe this approach I have spewed
is not the one for you.
But believe me later on you'll find,
as you impress her with your mind,
that you will just be left behind,
for a wiser fool.
So you might as well
Find her finer, sneak up behind her,
unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her.
Find her, blind her, see who designed her,
act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her.
{repeat; fade out}
FRIENDLY LITTLE FINGER
(No lyrics available)
WONDERFUL WINO
Well, late in the summer of '69,
I went downtown, and bought me some wine.
Oh, I drank it down, under the table,
I said "Watch me now, I'm gon eat the label!"
Well, I'm a wino-man, don't you know I am?
36, 24, hips about 30.
I see a fine lady and I start talkin' dirty.
Boy, she looked over at me, and she raised her thumb.
She said "Jam down the road, you bum b-bum bum!"
I'm a wino-man, don't you know I am?
I went to the country,
and while I was gone,
I lost control of my body functions,
on a roller-headed lady's front lawn.
I'm so ashamed, but I'm a wino-man, I can't help myself.
I been drinkin' all night 'til my eyes got red.
Stumbled on the gutter and busted my head.
Bugs in my zoot suit. Been scratchin' like a dog.
Can't stand no water, and I stink like a hog.
Give me a five dollar bill, and an overcoat too.
Give me a five dollar bill, and an overcoat too.
A five dollar bill, and an overcoat too,
a five dollar bill, and a Florscheim shoe.
ZOOT ALLURES
(Instrumental)
DISCO BOY
Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair.
Disco boy! Pucker your lip, and check your shoulders,
'cause some dandruff might be hiding there.
Disco boy, your the disco king, aw the
disco thing made you think someday that you
just might go somewhere.
Disco girl, you're outa sight, you need a
disco boy, to treat you right.
He'll do a little dance, take you home tonight.
Leave his hair alone, but you can kiss his comb.
Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair.
Disco boy! Shake it more than three times and you're
playing with @!#%! while you're standing there.
Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco girl
who's really right, gonna fall for your line,
and feed you a box full of chicken delight.
Disco chit-chat so demure,
pump that booty all across the floor.
A disco drink, a disco wink,
you never go duty that's what you think.
You never go duty that's what you think.
You never go duty that's what you think.
Duty. Go duty!
Duty. Go duty!
Duty. You never go duty.
Duty. You never go duty.
Duty. You never go duty.
Duty. You never go duty.
You never duty. Go duty.
Duty. You never duty.
Disco boy! You got one more chance, to comb your hair again.
Disco boy! They're closing the bar, and she's
leaving with your friend.
Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so wipe your nose, and
try it again, to get a little lay tomorrow.
Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the lord that you
still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' that'll
blot out your disco sorrow.
It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright.
It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright.
